Battlefield Contractor

"Understood, boss. Come if you like to play or watch." Sergey nodded.

"It's best for everyone to understand." Lin Rui, "This task is not our willingness to take, but we have to do it after being coerced. Our employer is Mr. K who is not trustworthy at all, and we must be in a group of Iraqi extremes. Molecules control regional operations, so the dangers involved are self-evident."

"It's not the first time anyway." Crazy Horse played with the dagger in his hand and said with a wry smile, "It's Iraq again. I thought I had completely gotten rid of that place in my life. But I went around and went back there."

"If you want to start a little man, Iraq is not the worst experience yet." Snake Eye patted his shoulder. Before joining Black Island, the two of them spent several years as mercenaries in Iraq, and they were quite familiar with that place.

After Lin Rui and others were fully prepared, they were transported by a transport plane to the US military base in Kenya, Africa.

The American soldiers separated by a vast ocean can frequently use their swords around China, relying not only on its first-class military deployment capabilities, but also on its network of military bases in various regions of the world. Among them, the base in Kenya is an important base they often use.

After 9-11, while preventing the rise of regional or global powers, Washington’s strategic circles have paid more and more attention to the so-called "instability arc."

This zone is composed of the Caribbean coast, Africa, the Caucasus, Central Asia, South Asia, and the Korean Peninsula. It has abundant energy resources, but the internal crisis is full of internal crises and it continues to spread out. Washington sees it as a major threat to its own interests. Unlike rising powers such as China and Russia and hostile regional powers such as Iran, the "arc belt" mainly consists of non-traditional security such as terrorist attacks, proliferation of weapons of mass destruction, piracy, drug proliferation, and refugee flows. Threatened.

To deal with such threats, large, permanent bases seem costly and out of place. The US military needs more flexible, mobile and miniaturized "forward deployment." To this end, the U.S. government has repeatedly carried out major deployments, including finding new bases around the "arc belt", strengthening defenses, adjusting the way of garrisoning, shortening the period of garrison, and turning small bases into "duckweed".

The small Kenyan base that Lin Rui and others arrived at is one of them. At present, even in the list of bases publicly released by the Pentagon, the number and existence of this base cannot be found. However, it is possible to take off and land medium-sized transport aircraft here, and even heavy-duty transport aircraft when necessary, as a supplement to the increase in military power in the Middle East.

Lin Rui and others, led by an officer wearing flying sunglasses, received equipment and boarded a transport plane. "Are you from a private military company?" The officer looked at the Crazy Horse who was inspecting weapons.

"What's wrong, do we seem to have obvious characteristics?" Crazy Horse frowned.

"That's not true, but you are going to Iraq at this time, and there is a woman among them, who shouldn't be ours if you want to." The officer looked at them and laughed. "Relax, we often meet people like you. And we promise to deliver you to the designated location."

"Thank you, then." Crazy Horse nodded, "Also, don't stare at that chick. She is a Russian and has a bad temper. Don't mess with women, especially women with sniper guns."

"OK." The officer turned and said, "You are all ready, do you need me to explain to you the essentials of skydiving? After all, I don't want you to be injured when you parachute down."

"Save it, Yankee, you really treat yourself as a dish. When your brother is playing extreme skydiving, you **** think you're still in the academy." Sergey mocked unceremoniously, and nothing. Sitting disrespectfully lit a cigarette.

"Are you Russian too?" The officer frowned.

"We are a multinational force. In addition to the Russians, there are also Germans, Israelis, Arabs and South American boys. Our leader is still a Chinese." Crazy Horse patted him on the shoulder and said, "Besides, don't you Think you are an American. When you go to school, you should study history, and you will know that you are just a descendant of a European colonizer, and an Indian like me is a real American."

The officer was stunned for a while, and he found that there was no way to communicate with this group of people. This group of people are all self-righteous, and proud of being unruly, okay and provocative. He could only shook his head and turned to ignore them.

Lin Rui sat in the corner and smoked with the brothers. Smoking in the airplane cabin is almost their traditional tradition. It made the American soldiers want to scold their mothers, but they dare not provoke these people. Because none of these people seem to be annoying.

Lin Rui pinched out half of his cigar, put it in his pocket, and slowly said, "There is a beginning and an end, and I will return victorious."

"There is a beginning and an end, and the victory returns." The O2 players also did what he did. The transport plane flew over the destination, and then began to descend to a height indicating a parachute jump. "Have you seen the firework beacon below? We have arrived, ready to open the cabin for parachuting. Check the equipment and hang the parachute rope." The US pilot turned his head.

The hatch opened, the team members jumped out of the cabin, the parachutes were opened, and they fell into the air in a series. They did not arrive at noon as originally planned, but chose to parachute at night according to Lin Rui's request. Because Lin Rui understood that there could be extremists everywhere in these areas, parachuting in broad daylight would be too noticeable. Even at night, they must be careful. Fortunately, this area looks very quiet, and there are not many lights until late at night. Only the green fireworks flashing in the distance acted as their guide beacon.

Landing from the air, Lin Rui got up with a tumbling buffer and removed the self-parachute harness. Turning his head to look at his own players, their landing points are very close, they are all in a position that can be seen by the eyes. "Safe!" The voices of the team members came from Lin Rui's headset.

"Hide the parachute to prevent our whereabouts from being tracked. Then gather at the beacon." Lin Rui said calmly. Their position is very delicate, and there may be militants everywhere. Therefore, when the team members parachute, it is best to hide their parachutes to avoid the location of their parachutes being discovered, to avoid more possible tracing.

Ten minutes later, the team members rushed to the beacon site, where a US military team was waiting for them. Seeing that they were approaching, the U.S. squad immediately became alert, "Stop advancing and report your action code!"

"Action code: FOX004-J" Lin Rui walked out of the darkness and replied.